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“Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?”
― Garth Nix, Sabriel
I was in the living room with Baby J yesterday when I heard the distinctive sound of a rifle shot.
(Why can I recognise a rifle shot vs. a gun shot -and even the caliber of the gun? It’s a mix of reasons that can feed this tangent an entire post. So, lets just settle on the fact that yes, I can recognise a rifle shot because LIFE.)
I went to manfriend, eyes wide open, to tell him that I was pretty sure I just heard two rifle shots in the VERY close vicinity and WHYWHATANDWHERE?! His very calm answer was that oh yes, people are hunting close by. People are HUNTING close by?! Who is people? What are they hunting? And most importantly, why did nobody told me beforehand that I was moving to a place where “people are hunting close by” can be a serious line in a conversation!!!
Why didn’t they told us? Until what time of the day will they be hunting? The line of interrogation continued, so did manfriend’s very calm tone and his incredulity on my shock and indignation. He used to go hunting himself very often when he was young (even had a trained pointer that he loved) so, all this shooting around for birds that people are going to eat afterwards is very normal for him.
I on the other hand, don’t see the point of hunting for food when food is already dead and prep in the supermarket for what seems a reasonable price given that the bird is already dead and has no feathers.
Hardcore Country Life gets another one on my list of fails.
Have a great and textured Tuesday!